CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Hunter
Which toy didI want to start with? Fuck, why was that so hard to answer? It should have been simple. I’d picked them out with an order in mind. But now… now it was hard to remember what that was.
“Do you want an ordinary one, a tentacle—there’s large or small—the dragon, or the knot?” Aiden asked, and I was grateful for his prompting. The plan came slowly back to me, trickling back into my brain like drops of water meandering down a window. Not in any rush, just taking its time. It wasn’t like I was waiting for it.
“The large tentacle, please,” I said, moaning as Bailey pressed a third finger into my stretched hole, rubbing them over my prostate. My cock jumped, already starting to get hard again, despite the fact it had barely been any time since I’d come.
“And after that? Any preference?”
“Maybe the dragon?” It was more of a suggestion than a demand because Bailey was tormenting my fucking prostate so exquisitely it was making it hard to think. He looked so fuckingturned on by it too, so it was hard to be upset with him. Besides, it was sexy as fuck that he’d come just from sucking me off and opening me up.
He was such a service top and it was hot as balls.
I was sure Aiden was already dreaming up devious ways to put his desires to good use. And my brain had a fair few suggestions as well. Although they could wait until later, when I wasn’t stretched out on our sofa, one orgasm deep with three fingers in my arse and a selection of monster cocks on the cushions next to me.
“Of course.” Aiden kissed me and I sighed. There was a beautiful smile on his face and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching up to brush my fingers across his mouth. He looked so fucking happy. It was the perfect expression for him.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said softly, my words punctuated by more moans. “I’m so lucky. My boyfriends are so sexy.”
“That’s funny, because my boyfriends are sexy too,” he said.
“So are mine,” Bailey added, lifting his head and shifting his body so he could lean over me to kiss us. Aiden first, then me. Over and over as his fingers stretched me wide.
He pushed another finger into me as his tongue caressed the seam of my mouth, and I groaned. My body felt wound tight and yet totally relaxed. It was the strangest, most perfect combination. My cock was already growing hard again, precum dripping onto my stomach and clinging to the dark trail of hair. They’d promised to wring orgasms out of me until I was completely boneless and spent, and the thought of it made my whole body buzz with anticipation.
“Fuck,” Bailey said with a groan as he looked down at my hole, watching as his fingers pumped in and out of me. “Look at you, babygirl. This pretty hole is so eager to be stretched. It’s so fucking greedy for my fingers. Bet I could get my whole fist into you.”
I moaned, the idea of taking Bailey’s hand making my cock spurt more precum across my skin. “Mmm, you like that idea, don’t you? Such a slutty size queen,” Aiden said, amusement making his lips curl as he kissed me. “We’ll add it to the list for the future. But not tonight. I’m desperate to fuck you.”
“Please! I need it! Need your cock,” I begged.
“Then get on your knees for me. And remember, keep that beautiful mouth open so Bailey can fuck it. We’re going to use you at both ends, fill you up just like you deserve.” He kissed me again and then slid off the sofa to put his harness on, slotting the tentacle into the thick, heavy-looking ring at the front and adding a small vibrator in behind it. Aiden had mentioned also having a few toys that squirted artificial cum, and I’d also added those to the mental list for the future. Only, when we were in bed so I could put towels down or change the sheets straight after.
Bailey slowly pulled his fingers out of me, leaving my hole clenching desperately around air. My legs already felt like jelly and I’d only come once, but I supposed spending eighty minutes running around a pitch, being thrown into the air, and squashed in a scrum would do that. Getting railed with a selection of monster dicks wasn’t normally part of my post-match routine, but I’d be very happy to make it a regular thing in future, if only for the mental relaxation it provided.
Taking a steadying breath, I sat up and carefully arranged myself on my knees, glad our sofa was big enough to easily accommodate the three of us.
Bailey was sat in front of me, slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness. Clearly, he was just as desperate as me considering he’d said he wouldn’t be able to come twice.
He’d stripped off his T-shirt and joggers but left his pants on, pulling his dick out the top of them. There was a hungry smirk on his lips as precum beaded on the silky mushroom head of hisdick. “Do you want it?” he asked, swiping his thumb across his slit and holding it out for me to suck.
I moaned and nodded, wrapping my lips around his thumb, the taste of him making my own cock drip onto the sofa. Aiden’s hand squeezed my arse cheek as he climbed onto the sofa behind me, the lube bottle clicking a second before he dripped more down my crack.
“Look at this needy hole,” he said, drawing another groan from me as he spread lube across my stretched and waiting hole. “All wet and desperate for me.”
“Please, Aiden! I’ve been so good for you.” I glanced over my shoulder, drinking in the sight of him, golden hair askew and a delighted smile on his lips, eyes dancing with an immense hunger that threatened to devour me. He’d slicked the tentacle up, the silicone glistening as he guided it towards my waiting arse.
“I know, baby. I’m gonna go slow, okay? But if it’s too much, I need you to say. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Okay.” I nodded and lowered my head towards Bailey’s lap, arching my back and pushing my arse into the air as the tip of the tentacle breached me. A deep groan ripped itself from my throat as Aiden pressed the thick toy inside me, the waved, sucker-covered shaft stretching me open in a way I’d never experienced.
I gasped as it slowly began to fill me, pleasure bursting through me as I melted further into the sofa. The intensity of the sensations was almost overwhelming, and Aiden hadn’t even started to fuck me.
If this was only the beginning, I didn’t know how I was going to survive the rest of it.
“Is this okay?” Aiden asked as his hands gripped my waist, his voice shaking. He sounded like I felt—overcome, fuck-drunk, and awestruck.
